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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I feel like Yukon Cornelius. You remember, the prospector in "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"? He'd throw his pickaxe into the air. When it landed, he'd pull it out of the snow, sniff it, taste it and then say, "Nope. Nuthin'."

How am I like good ol' Yukon, you ask? I have a deadline tomorrow. Not a "set in stone" one--just an opportunity to write something "on spec" if I submit it by the end of the day. So I toss my laptop into the air (figuratively) and when it lands I sniff the words on the screen, taste them..."Nope. Nuthin'." Ah, well....

Monday, December 12, 2005

Let's face it...kids make Christmas just that much more fun! Here are some Christmas "kid-isms" (how kids interpret the world around them). Most of them I "borrowed" from Robin. A couple I've witnessed personally.

Noel, Noel, Barney's the king of IsraelDeck the halls with Buddy HollyDeck the halls with balls of hollyDeck the halls with balls of follySee the blazing mule before usOn the first day of Christmas my tulip gave to meAnd a cartidge in a bare treeHe's makin' a list, chicken and riceOlive, the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him namesYou'll go down in ListerineFrosty the Snowman is a ferret elf, I sayIn the meadow we can build a snowman, then pretend that he is sparse and brownLater on we'll perspire, as we dream by the fireOh, what fun it is to ride with one horse, soap, and haySleep in heavenly peasWith the jelly toast proclaimWe three kings of porridge and tarO come, froggy faithful

Thursday, December 08, 2005

This time of year, it seems everyone is trying to tell me what Christmas is "all about."

"Christmas is all about family."

"...all about giving."

"...all about counting our blessings."

"...all about peace on earth."

There are a lot of wonderful things we associate with Christmas. All of them are good things to celebrate, but they are all fleeting.

What happens when my house burns? When I lose my job? When my family member dies? When someone I love is spending Christmas in a combat zone?

If the fleeting things are my only focus, then circumstances like illness, death, poverty, and war can rob me of my reasons for celebration. Unless I am celebrating the REALITY of Christmas, life can unleash its harshest attacks on me at Christmas by robbing me of the transitory things I celebrate.

The reality of Christmas is JESUS, and God's love that sent Him to us. Christmas is a celebration of the irreversible fact that Jesus was born on earth, died on the cross, and arose from the dead to save us!

He has already accomplished all of that!It has already taken place! There is NO WAY we can be robbed of it!

If we are celebrating the reality of Christmas, then,

"...(neither) trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword...neither death or life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:35,38-39, NIV)

We can say with the prophet Habakkuk,

"Though the fig tree does not bud and there are grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior." (Habakkuk 3:17-18, NIV)

My daughter's church youth group is going to an out-of-state conference after Christmas. To raise money for expense, they held a fish fry. (You pay a set fee for all the fried fish you can eat, along with sides and optional dessert.) I was heading out to help set up for the evening--starting with breading raw fish fillets. So that was the source of the cryptic post. Ooooh, big mystery! ;)

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